You left a bad, bad sound in my mouth   From all the talk-a, talk-a, talking out-louds   When momma warned me not to peep out of sound   You made a bad, bad sound in her mouth      They left a big, big hole in our wall   And always swinging like a wrecking ball   Oh, how the world looks from ten feet tall   Oh, how I never meant to feel so small      There was green on the grass   There was blue in the sky, so high   And I was sliding around   They were calling me down the way      We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground   From all the stomp, stomp, stomping around   We got and would've never been found   We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground   We took a little bit of hell from the fire   It burned us all for being gluttoning liars   While all the squeaky cleaners went somewhere higher   All of us dirty birdies flew in the fire      There was green on the grass   There was blue in the sky, so high   And I was sliding around   They were calling me down the way      There was green on the grass   There was blue in the sky, so high   And I was sliding around   They were calling me down the way      They were calling me down the way